Leather Lovers
Chapter 3
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It was well into the afternoon when we left Mike's flat. The morning's
lovemaking hadn't tired me at all. In fact, I felt exhilarated, horny, just
being with him. We jumped on a train to take the few stops to my home,
chatting the whole time. As he talked, Mike had a habit of touching --
suddenly grabbing my arm, or putting his hand on my leg. It was almost as if
he didn't realise he was doing it, but it brought a few stares from our
fellow passengers. Yet I liked it. I felt like I belonged, I felt defiant. I
was here, now, with my man, and I wanted the whole world to see us.
As we left the station at my stop and started the short walk to the house,
Mike was telling me a story, laughing and waving his arms about. I looked at
him, and caught those stunning turquoise eyes of his, shining with life.
Without thinking I put my arm around his waist, pulled him to me and kissed
him. He hesitated for a split second, there on the street, before returning
my kiss, pressing his lips to mine as his hands slid down my sides and onto
my butt cheeks.
"Well, that should get some tongues wagging!" he smiled as we came up for
air.
"Only among the neighbours," I answered, "and they will just be jealous
anyway. Here we are."
I stopped and tugged him sideways into the front gate and towards my door.
He laughed again, half pushing me up the steps as I fumbled with the key. As
soon as we were inside, away from public view, he spun me around to him, and
planted his lips over mine, his deep blue eyes wide and staring at my own.
The moist warmth of his tongue felt like velvet against my lips and I opened
my mouth to drink in his taste. My tongue edged forward, connecting with his
as we explored each other's mouths. I could feel the sharp edge of his teeth
along the underside of my tongue, as I enjoyed the warm slipperiness of his
tongue jousting with my own. I could taste him, taste his manliness as I
opened my mouth wider, trying somehow to swallow him, my hands caressing the
back of his head as I felt his arms on my back, his hands massaging my buns
through the leather pants I was wearing.
"Mmmmmmmmm ..." he whispered into my ear " ... nice, very very nice!"t.
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